Chapter 215 "How dare you ruin my woman!"
Qin Bao watched helplessly as his prey was snatched away, and he was furious: "Who the hell are you?"
Yan Yiru took off his baseball cap, raised his chin, and said to the group of low-class hooligans in front of him, "Do you know my grandfather?"
Yan Yiru, as the son of the richest man, is almost known to everyone in the upper class circles of North City, not to mention his extremely handsome face that makes people unforgettable.
Qin Bao's subordinates may not know him, but Qin Bao has been in the underworld for many years and at least knows who not to mess with. He has heard of Yan Yiru and seen his photo, but this is the first time he has met him in person.
The man in front of him was dressed in disguise, wearing black clothes and black pants. If you didn't look at his face, he looked no different from a street thug. He was far from the man in the photo. What's more, how could the famous young master of the Yan family go out without even a bodyguard?
But he was holding a weapon in his hand. If his family didn't have a background, who would dare to carry it on their body as a toy?
Qin Bao's head turned several times, and the anger in his heart was instantly replaced by an unknown and extremely oppressive fear.
What’s the difference between offending Yan Yiru and offending Liang Zhouheng?
Qin Bao no longer cared about revenge on Jiang Yuan. He only wanted to save his life. His expression changed, and he bent halfway, clasped his hands together, and said in a gentle voice, "Oh, it turned out to be Young Master Yan. I am so blind. I am sorry, I am sorry. I really didn't recognize you just now."
"Bang!"
When Yan Yiru saw the blood on Jiang Yuan's hands and feet, a surge of anger rushed to his head, and the gun in his hand was almost out of control.
Qin Bao fell to his knees, his face turning pale as flour. His head was deafened by the shock, and the bullet had barely grazed his left ear. His comrades were so frightened that they remained motionless for a long time, fearing that if they moved, the bullet would have a target and land on their heads.
Jiang Yuan didn't expect Yan Yiru to actually shoot someone. She looked up in panic and saw Yan Yiru's tense jaw and bloodshot eyes.
She instinctively pulled his arm down, "Get me out of here."
Yan Yiru's gaze fell on her face again. Blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and there were countless slap marks on both sides of her cheeks. Her face was stained with lime from the cement floor. Her down jacket was torn and her body was covered with fluff.
"How dare you ruin my woman!"
From the dilapidated factory building, a man's angry roar was heard, followed by a series of gunshots.
The strong smell of gunpowder filled the factory, and Qin Bao and his gang were so scared that they ran away in panic.
Jiang Yuan used all her strength to stop Yan Yiru.
Outside the factory, a black Rolls-Royce stopped by the roadside. As the rear door opened, the factory gate opened and a man in black walked out with a woman in his arms.
It was very dark at night. The man's face was half covered by his baseball cap, and the woman's body was covered with white feathers, as if covered with a white cloth.
I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could see the bright red bloodstains on her body.
Yin Dong was sitting in the car when he suddenly felt as if he was stabbed in the chest with a dagger. He suddenly felt suffocated and his chest was tight. For a long time, he sat there motionless.
The driver got out of the car and opened the back door. Yan Yiru held Jiang Yuan and got in carefully. The driver closed the door, glanced at the Rolls-Royce parked safely behind the car, and then signaled to Yan Yiru with his eyes in the rearview mirror.
Yan Yiru glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "Drive to the hospital."
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